Drive

This pavement,
this grime,
mate in wild agonies,
to ferment hope.

These people,
their sweat.
For infinite asphalt,
some lives are meant.

These insomnic lights,
this snarling tide.
These naked rocks don't stand a chance,
they crumble and fall, in the helpless night.

This deceiving moon,
this black sky swallows.
The lonely star,
glooms at the horizon's dark shadows.

This pagan spleen,
tethers on a melting rope.
Of daisies and fairies,
that love once spoke.

Time will move,
and I will be damned.
But this sand, this wetness, this eternal struggle,
will remain a legacy of the land.